So, July 5th into the 6th was supposed to be THE day.
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| 39 Weeks. Pre-induction. |
We went in to be induced, for the 2nd time, and what we thought final time. We felt more prepared. We knew what was going to happen. After all we had a practice run two weeks ago. We went in armed with snacks for Rick, magazines and cards to play until the medication kicked in. We were nervous, of course, but excited at the prospect of finally getting to meet our little girl. I was 39 weeks and hoping for a successful and smooth delivery.
Sadly, Baby F had her own plans.
The doctor came in to check me before placing the medication and that is when our night changed. She could not feel the baby at all. (uh oh.) She asked me when I had my last ultrasound. (Which was 2.5 weeks prior, and Baby F was head down. I was also in the doctors office on 4 days prior to that and Baby F was head down.) So the doctor decided to get an ultrasound to see exactly how our little girl was lying.
Sure enough our little girl had other plans and she was, and still is, breech (bottom down). Therefore, I was unable to be induced. The next question that flew out of my mouth was:
"okay, so when are we doing the c-section....tomorrow?!?"
Because, really, who comes in to be induced twice and is sent home twice!?
Unfortunately the doctor that was in that night was not from my practice (my doctor was coming in the next morning...which was supposed to be when I delivered) and was unable to schedule me for an elective c-section.
Poor. Rick. The man has had to deal with me on bedrest for almost 2 months and has been sent home from the hospital twice without getting to hold his little girl. I felt awful for him. He took it a bit worse than I did. For me, I was able to stay positive relatively easily. At least we were sent home the same night (Rick did not loose a day of vacation and no hospital admission {read large} bill) I also did not have the medication so was not contracting and in pain this time. For me this experience was much different than the last, and . But how much can the poor guy take?
No one {except for probably myself who should have felt Baby F completely turn around in my stomach...ouch! However, I did not know, as I had not known the first time she turned at 36 weeks. It is my best inclination that she turned at night as both times there was a night that I could not sleep and was up at least every hour if not more frequently. I was uncomfortable but not in enough pain I could not go back to sleep. However, I have heard it is a terrible pain from my mother, who experienced that first hand. The doctor and nurses where also quite surprised that I had no idea she turned, there is not much room at 39 weeks for her to maneuver. In fact it is tender sometimes when she moves now} had any way to tell that she had moved from the vertex (head down) position to a breech position. In fact when I saw the perinatalogist at 36 weeks he said most babies do not turn after 36 weeks, especially if they are head down (their head is the biggest and heaviest part of their body) so it is not usual (but not impossible) for them to turn again being in such a tight space.
So, once again, I was sent home, waddling in as I waddled out.
